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 Title: Anya's Portrait
Summary: A 12-year-old girl agrees to have her portrait taken by a hobby
photographer in her neighborhood.  He has more on his mind though.
Keywords: Mg(12), ped, prost, cons, short
Author: Bernd Lauert
Disclaimer: This is fiction.  All characters and events are imaginary.
It contains consensual child sex and prostitution.  Read or avoid at your
own discretion.

   Note: This story is mostly tame and not very graphic.  It's a short,
nonviolent fantasy vaguely inspired by an encounter I had with a real girl
like that (I simply passed her by without talking to her).  It's not the
best fap material you could be reading.

   === Anya's Portrait ==

   John passed by the almost naked young girl in the half-darkness of a
late October evening.

   He was on his way home from working late, and he was absorbed in
philosophical musings, not paying much mind to the occasional random
person.

   It was only when he had already passed her that his mind registered her
young age and petite form, and the nakedness of her long, perfect legs. 
Even in the half-dark, it sparked the forbidden desire that so dominated
his sexual thoughts.

   He turned around and stopped, staring at her.  She was asking someone to
push the buzzer and let her in.  Her voice was beautiful and girlish,
natural and matter-of-factly.  The door opened.

   "Hey, wait a second!", John said without thinking, as she stepped
through the door into the light.  He saw there were no other people in the
stairway.  She turned around and looked at him quizzically and with some
suspicion.  He was a total stranger in the gloom, and she was a half-naked
12-year-old.

   Now that she stood in the light, he could see she was wearing tight
shorts and a top that showed her belly button.  It looked almost like a
slutty pajama.  Her hair was dark and shoulder long.  Her legs were slender
perfection, and so were her arms, the skin soft and unblemished.  She
looked at him with a very pretty face, natural and childlike but almost
model material.

   "What is it?"

   John smiled.

   "Nothing.  I just wanted to see you in the light, sorry."

   He took a quick look around, no doors were open.

   "I think you're fantastically beautiful.  Oh my god, I love your legs."

   The young girl rolled her eyes, but a small smirk played around the
edges of her kissable lips.

   Without thinking, John pulled out a card.

   "This is my email address.  If you want to earn good money, write me. 
But don't tell anyone, please.  I'll explain everything to you.  Until
then, just keep it to yourself.  Night!"

   "Night", she repeated after taking the card from him.

   John walked home, feeling flustered.  He hadn't expected this and
reacted at a whim.  His brain had been taken by surprise by her attractive
form.  But so far, he hadn't done anything illegal.  All he did was
compliment a girl and offer her a business card.  No mention of illicit
offers.

   Not yet anyway.

   ***

   John didn't actually expect her to write him.  He certainly thought back
to her, and almost regretted talking to her.  She lived in his neighborhood
after all, and he didn't want to be known there as a pedo.  But it was too
late now.

   To his great surprise, when he checked his private account next evening,
he actually found an email from her.

   "Hey John.  This is the girl you ogled in the staircase last night.  You
said something about money.  What was that about?"

   Damn.  That was unexpected.  He thought she'd just take it as a
compliment or a funny moment and then leave it be.  Now he had to make up a
cover story...  or take some real risks.

   "I think you're very beautiful and there are some ways for beautiful
girls to earn some money.  Did you tell anyone?"

   "Not yet.  What would I be doing?  And what's the pay?"

   He wanted to write her to suck his dick, kiss him with tongue, hug him
tight while he watched lolicon and wank him off, naked together under his
bed sheets.  His cock was hard just from reading her email and thinking
about her.  Of course, he didn't actually write any of that.

   "I'm a hobby photographer.  I do portraits sometimes.  It's nothing
special, just a hobby.  If you're willing to model for an hour, I'll give
you 50 bucks.  But don't tell anyone, it's just for fun and people might
get the wrong idea."

   "Cool, that sounds fun!  Sure, I'll keep it to myself.  When should I
come over?"

   John's heart was pounding hard when he read her response.  He was
actually going to get this sexy girl to model for him in his apartment for
an hour!

   "How does Saturday afternoon sound?  Around five?"

   "OK, I'll be there.  Uh, where exactly?  And do I have to bring
something?"

   'Bring condoms and lube', he wanted to write, but it was too crude even
as a joke.  He didn't want to scare her off.

   "No, just your own beautiful self.  ;-)"

   He added his address, just around the corner from her apartment a few
houses down the steet.  An easy walk.

   Suddenly, he was in a very good mood.

   ***

   Next Saturday, she modeled for him for an hour.  He took pictures of her
in tight jeans and a blouse, but the best ones were the close-ups of her
handsome child face.  When they were done, they had coffee and looked over
the pictures together.

   It was almost time to say goodbye.  Now or never.  John mustered all his
courage.

   "Anya, I'm going to say some things that may seem inappropriate to you.
Just bear with me.  Remember, you can leave at any time if you feel
uncomfortable and there's no pressure here whatsoever.  And remember that
we keep this whole thing to ourselves, right?"

   She nodded, looking at him from her beautiful dark eyes.

   "I like the pictures we've taken so far.  I think they're very
beautiful."

   "Yeah, I like them too."

   "I think you're a very sexy girl."

   "Yeah, I know." She smirked.  John looked at her intently.

   "There are things a man might want from a sexy girl, other than just
portraits.  Can you think of some?"

   "You want to fuck me."

   Total matter-of-factly tone.  John almost spit out the coffee he was
sipping.

   "Ahem.  Well.  Uh.  Erm."

   She grinned while he was stammering and almost blushing.

   "I do, actually.  All men do.  You already know that?"

   "I half-suspected it."

   John took another sip and smiled at her.

   "Smart kid.  Yes, every man and older boy wants to fuck you.  All the
heteros anyway.  The young ones and the old ones, all your teachers, all
your friends' fathers, all your uncles, perhaps even your own Daddy."

   "Dad never even touches me that way."

   "Perhaps not, but he's thought about it, I promise.  All men who see you
think about it.  The ones who look at you in the mall, at the swimming
pool, on the train, in the street.  All of them.  It's society's unspoken
secret."

   "And now that you've spoken it, you want to do it with me." Still
matter-of-factly.

   "I...  well, yeah.  But I wasn't actually really going to suggest that."

   "Huh."

   "I was actually just going to suggest you take your top off or
something. And I kind of expected a lot of shock and hesitation for that."

   Anya pulled off her shirt, unfastend her bra and let him have a long
good look at her tiny 12-year-old titties.  She grinned at him.

   "That one's for free.  But if you want to take pictures...  I don't want
them on the internet."

   "No nudes.  Only the portraits."

   While a memento would have been nice, the last thing he wanted was
public evidence leading back to him.

   He slowly walked closer to her and reached out with his free hand.  He
half-expected her to withdraw from his touch, but she just stood there and
let him, swallowing nervously.  His heart was pounding hard.  He could not
believe he had this gorgeous 12-year-old here with her top off and she was
about to allow him to touch her.

   He ran his manly hand over both of her breasts, very slowly and gently.
Her chest was slightly pushing in and out with her heavy breathing.

   "You're amazing", he whispered, his voice croaking from nervousness.  He
sipped on his coffee.

   "Thank you." She was now positively blushing.

   "Uh, about the money.  You're nice and all, but..."

   John grinned.  He would have been almost disappointed if she hadn't
looked after her own best interests in this arrangement.

   "How about we negotiate how far this could go.  What will you let me do
to you, and what will it cost me?"

   He could see her swallowing nervously, with a shy smile on her lips
while his hand was on her tits.  John's cock was so hard it strained
painfully against the confines of his jeans.

   "I...  I'm not sure."

   "Let's take it one step at a time, then."

   "OK."

   ***

   That first Saturday, John paid Anya to take all her clothes off and
assume various erotic poses for him, kiss him with tongue and spend some
quality time cuddled up together while she was fully naked.  He came while
masturbating with his large hand wrapped around her soft fingers.  The
little girl had to clean up the cum with a tissue before washing up and
getting dressed.  She went home 2 hours later and 150 bucks richer than she
had expected.

   From then on, the two met frequently at his house when her parents were
away.  They spent long hours naked in his bed under the sheets together,
she rubbing his erection and snuggling against his chest, he fondling her
small clitty and tight slit, while they were watching perverted loli hentai
and feeding each other small treats of marzipan and chocolate.  Sometimes
they watched hardcore porn, including the hardest BDSM stuff he could find.

   "It's all consensual", he reminded her when her eyes got big and she
swallowed hard watching the extreme action.  "They're doing this because
they want to.  I'm not going to hurt you."

   "I know."

   They french kissed and fondled each other, and Anya became very skilled
at bringing a hard cock to orgasm with her slender soft girl hands.  She
made a face when she got her first taste of cum, licking it off of her own
fingers.  But then she shrugged it off and quickly got used to it.

   Step by step, the sex escalated from soft makeouts and petting to more
grownup types of actions.  John ended up fucking slender Anya in her tight
ass, taking her virginity, and cumming all over her cute face and naked
body.  She sucked his dick without experience, but with abandon and
swallowed his loads whenever he desired it.  With practice, her skill level
developed quickly.

   He ordered her into various submission poses that she had to hold for 10
minutes at a time, and she obediently kissed his dick or feet when he stood
in front of her.  She cleaned the house for him in the nude while he
watched and masturbated, only to suck him off whenever he said "mouthcunt".
It was very sexy and the house was cleaner than ever.

   They did it in the missionary position, doggie, and while she was in
various forms of light bondage.  He always put a condom on for the vaginal
fucking.  Explaining a pregnancy to her parents would be pretty awkward.

   The girl was tight and squealed a lot, sometimes from pain, but most of
the time from authentic lust and arousal.  Turns out little Anya was an
easy cummer, and shivering and quivering oh so pretty from his penetrations
and touch.  She received plenty of orgasms in addition to the money, but
John didn't begrudge her that.  He sometimes joked that she should pay him,
not the other way around, and they always had a good laugh.

   He paid her a special premium for each new sex act the first time, and
then 30% of that for repeat performances.  It added up to over three
thousand bucks over time, the best investment of his life.

   This went on for several months before she decided to call it quits. 
She had more money than she could spend or keep without arousing suspicion.
And it was getting hard to lie to her family about her whereabouts.

   John never kept nudes and no evidence of any sex other then their secret
memories.

   Only a portrait, framed and put up over his bed as a memento.  A
portrait of sweet, 12-year-old Anya, smiling at him innocently every time
he went to bed.





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